Thought about calling
But I told myself,
tomorrow.
Little lies we tell ourselves
To make it through
Thoughts I’ve had
Places I’ve been
Conversations in my head
Beneath my breath
Quietly looking at a sunset somewhere
Or a new sun rising
The moon shape shifts through another month of black velvet curtains
Opening
Closing
It’ll go away again
Eventually
This yearning
And the world will keep turning
As it always does
*and there are phone calls that I should make but I get lost in a crash of overthinking; so the days spin out, weaving walls between family members that become too difficult, too awkward to crawl over.
Another:
Beautiful words!! ❤️
Thanks Melanie 😊
Oh I love this Kate!
As for me the phone rings often and I talk… sigh.. lol. but there are so many i do want to talk to but time is finite. 💖💖💖
It is finite and the days fill up so quickly – full of minutes and opportunities that go uncaptured. I procrastinate, badly.
it happens my friend! 💖
rain and construction
get in my walk way
tomorrow and today
oh shit
why?
I can’t figure out what’s going on in that photo and it’s bugging me.
I can very much relate ❤️
💕
I understand this so very much, Kate. I love how you can capture in words what so many of us can understand. Xoxo 💛🤗
Thanks Karla – it helps me to capture certain emotions as they occur so that I can give them
words for wings and set them free of my internal system. 🦅 💫
OMW. It frightens me that is so me.
By the way your comments keeps going into my spam.
I wonder why.
Hmm I’m not sure Granny, WordPress is a bit glitchy at times, which reminds me I should probably check my comments to ensure there aren’t some sitting there too.
Beautiful poem and beautiful photo.
Tha is Kally